Occhi&Jeans - Gaia

Appendo la mia voglia di toccare il mare

Su una parete bianca e resto a salutare

Ti guardo da lontano respirare piano

Su una barca, sul divano, sull’Oceano Indiano

Sento già l’estate sciogliere i rancori che

L’inverno mi ha lasciato vestire

Li lavo a mano in acqua chiara, azzurra, con sapone di te

E da qui ti cerco dentro un sì

Lenzuola stese ad x

Se qua giornate sempre uguali

Poi do fuoco ai miei diari

Se resti qui tra i miei occhi e i jeans

Tra galassie e un film

E in ogni minuto mi innamoro di te, di te

E le canotte stese ad asciugare al sole

Si abbronzano da bianche e cambiano colore

I hang my desire to touch the sea

On a white wall and I rest to say hello

I watch you breathe slowly from afar

On a boat, on the sofa, on the Indian Ocean

I already feel the summer dissolve the grudges that

Winter let me dress

I wash them by hand in clear, blue water, with tea soap

And from here I look for you inside for a yes

Sheets spread out to x

If here always the same days

Then I set fire to my journals

If you stay here between my eyes and my jeans

Between galaxies and a film

And in every minute I fall in love with you, with you

And the tank tops hung out to dry in the sun

They tan from white and change color